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Admit It!
作詞:Max Bemis
Admit it Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs You know nothing about art or sex That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine Prototypical non-conformist You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo You adhere to a set of standards and tastes That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges, bullshit Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art Go analog baby, you're so post-modern You're diving face forward into a antiquated path It's disgusting, its offensive, don't stick your nose up at me
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends Pontificating to each other Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory In which you hog the intellectual spotlight Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation Oh, we're not worthy When you walk by a group of quote-unquote normal people You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff It's the same superiority complex Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Cause I'm proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I've become You're free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar
Proud of my life and the things that I have done 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Proud of myself and the loner I've become You're free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah
Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled I worry about how this album will sell Because I believe it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety
You are a faker, admit it You are a fraud, admit it Yeah, you're living a lie, hey, living a lie, hey, you're life is living a lie You don't impress me, admit it You don't intimidate me, admit it Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank, yeah
Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa And I say yeah, what do you
Proud of my life and the things that I have done Proud of myself and the loner I've become You're free to whine, it will not get you far I do just fine, my car and my Guitar, guitar go
I drift drift drift drift drift yeah I drift drift drift drift drift yeah oh
And I am done with this I wanna taste the breeze of every great city My car and my guitar My car and my guitar So you'll come to be, made of these, urgent unfulfilled Oh no no no no no When I'm dead I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest way still When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest
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